Dear Reader, I recently discovered a new kink. It involves women being treated like babies and wearing diapers. This story tells the saga of a woman who is lost in grief following a tragic event. She is taken in by neighbors and pampered by the matriarch of the family. It is my first foray into this kind of subject matter and I hope that you will apprecia...
I feel a little nudge; I am sleeping on my left side while Mark curls up against my back. His right arm is draped along my side, his hand cupping the curve of my bottom. He nudges me again. I can feel the hardness against my arse so I lift my right leg a bit and let him slip in between. Mark lets out a contented sigh as his little one slides along my pussy....
Chapter Sixteen – The Instructor The Grand Duke returned to the castle in a foul mood. During his trip he had discovered that most of Hórkustk Ris province was not under Danubian control at all. The only enclave remaining was the provincial capitol, and the only reason that city was still under the Duchy's control was that the Kingdom of the Moon had not ye...
Oh, God! I just wanted to hide! I wished with all my heart that the Earth would just open up and swallow me. This must be a dream. How could I have ever gotten myself into a situation like this? Tawdry! Unseemly! Look at them out there. Four young men dressed in their work jeans and boots leaned on their picks and shovels - Boys, really. They were all in...
The stars must have been just right, or I managed to figure out just the right way to hold my tongue, for I've had almost a week to do nothing but write stories! Thanks go to my partner for listening and laughing and letting me know when things work. He also said 'about time!' for part of the story. I hope you enjoy it. * "Who was on the phone?" Patrick as...
The hunter walked slowly down a trail that wound through the oak and hickory forest. He paused now and then, cradling his rifle, the barrel pointed down. In the distance could occasionally be heard the sound of rifle fire and shotguns. The autumn hunting season was at its peak. The man was in his mid-thirties, with black hair and dark features, a two-day gr...
The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes...
Several years ago, I was a secretary in a law firm. A new attorney started work there. We got to be quite good friends. I had always been taught that a woman was not fully dressed unless she wore hose. My mother started telling me this as a young teenager, and I have taken it to heart. Wearing hose is second nature to me -- I would rather go without makeup...
The story carries on from the first part, and much better if you read that first of course. Thanks to the literally hundreds of comments and e-mails I have had, especially those that were supportive, but also those that were abusive. They're all welcome in their way, as at least you are reading my stories. As one pointed out, reading the comments was almost...
It was not yet half past nine. The pendulum in the mahogany longcase clock on the landing was swinging steadily, measuring out the seconds of her ordeal, but neither of the fingers seemed to be moving. Not even half past nine yet, and already she felt so nauseous that she had to concentrate not to allow her knees to buckle underneath her. A film of moisture...